*You wake up the next morning and Matt's not beside you anymore. You roll off your bed and walk into the bathroom. You strip, hop in the shower, and in ten minutes, you wash and shave everything you need to. You get out, dry off and run into your bedroom. You quickly put on a bra and underwear, and then and white crop top that says 'Weirdo', light high-waist shorts, ankle socks, and black Converse.*
*Finally, you go downstairs to find Matt at the stove in the kitchen, and Taylor sitting on the couch watching TV.*
Y/N: Goodmorning, Tay.
Taylor: Goodmorning, fag.
*You walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around Matt from behind, and rest your head on his back.*
Matt: Goodmorning, princess.
Y/N: *You smile* Goodmorning. And, what are you doing...?
Matt: Cooking, as you can see.
Y/N: *You roll your eyes and let him go, and stand beside him* I know that. But.. why?
Matt: Because I wanna cook something for you, babe.
Y/N: *You smile* Ahh. Well, thanks weirdo.
*He smiles at you, and turn to look at you. He checks you out.*
Matt: You look beautiful, y/n.
Y/N: *You giggle* Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself.
*He was wearing a white Magcon shirt, khaki pants, and red Vans.He smiles.*
Matt: Thanks, beautiful.
*You nod. Then he wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap yours around his neck. He picks you up and spins you around. When he puts you down, you get on your tippy-toes and kiss his cheek.
Taylor: WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE, CHILDREN?!
*Matt and I bust out laughing.*
Matt: Nothinggg!
Taylor: Really, 'cause I just heard a kissing noise!!!
Y/N: I kissed his cheek, fucker! And how did you hear that all the way from there?
Taylor: I may or may not have got up and spied on y'all for a minute...
*Matt and I laugh.*
Y/N: Oh my God, Tay!
*You hear him laugh, then you shake your head.*
Matt: Food's done! Y/n, go sit at the table, I'll make your plate.
Y/N: *You blush lightly* Okay. *You go and sit down at the table*
*Taylor walks in and walks toward the table.*
Matt: Uh uh, Tay, you're making your own plate.
Taylor: *He stops in his tracks* What? But, you're making y/n's plate.
Matt: That don't mean nothin'.
Taylor: You ain't fair.
Matt: *He laugh* I'm just kidding, I'm making your plate too, tity baby.
Taylor: Thank you! *He laughs*
*So Matt makes the plates and we eat. After ten minutes, we finish. The time is 11:30 am.*
Taylor: Okay, guys. Dillon's coming by in half an hour to pick us up and go to the beach, so get ready and get whatever you need.
*You and Matt nod amd run upstairs to get ready.*
